He was a walking freak with the pregnant belly. It seemed way too large, way too out there. Women couldn’t possibly get this big during their third trimester. It felt like it weighed fifty pounds, as if someone had surgically implanted a spare tire inside of his gut and sealed the opening perfectly, leaving no scar behind. As a result, his balance was off-center, and his gait suffered as a result. Just making it across the room left him out of breath, and the pain in his lower back didn’t want to cease.
Naomi had been a good fuck. Tina’s slut of a best friend had a killer body, and always craved for cock. When she showed up at his doorstep, he had thought this was the start of something new, something better. Naomi was nimble, short, and sexy as hell.
Then, she pulled out that fucking phone and changed everything. It was all a revenge scheme, to trick him into letting her sleep in his bed.
“Why did you fuck me?” he asked.
Naomi looked up from the phone. She was always staring at it. “Because I was a horny.”
“But you were going to do this anyway, right?” He gestured to his belly. “You were going to make me pregnant.”
That stupid grin returned. “Uh, yeah! But I like sex too. Sex is cool.”
Brock didn’t know how things could get any worse, but the letter from Dr. Jenkins was only the beginning. In his closet, he found shirts and sweaters he didn’t recognize, all with XLARGE tags. Even the one he had taken off just prior to banging Naomi was a different size now. It was all wrong.
And in his dresser, he found pants that had a weird elastic waistband in the front. It was really stretchy. Naomi told him that pregnant women wore them all the time. They were designed with extra room for his massive belly. There were bras too—size 38A. Brock discovered a whole stack of them next to his underwear and angrily slammed the drawer shut. Whatever Naomi had done with that app, it had changed everything. It was like he was supposed to be carrying a baby in his belly, as if the world around him had adjusted to a new truth.
Naomi had finished dressing. “Hey there, hot stuff. Time’s tickin’. I’m sure Dr. Jenkins doesn’t want us to be late.”
“Then lead the way, before I lose my damn mind,” Brock fumed.
On the way, Brock wanted to curl into a ball. His back wouldn’t stop aching, his boobs were tender, and the passing lights made him nauseous. And he felt the urge to take a piss again, even if he had just gone to the bathroom fifteen minutes prior. Being pregnant was awful. Knocking up Tina had been a mistake. He had realized that before it was too late. He didn’t know what she was so upset about, though. Abortions were a thing for a reason! All she had to do was get it removed, or however they did it.
In the beginning, Brock had thought he was ready to have a child, but he really wasn’t.
Naomi pulled the car up to the clinic, and they both entered and found seats in the waiting room. Brock ignored the stares. He didn’t know if they were looking at him because he was a man with a pregnant belly, or because expecting women were always the center of attention. He didn’t really care. He just wanted them to stop.
A few minutes later, a white-haired Dr. Jenkins appeared through a swinging door, and Brock followed him further into the clinic, into a private room where he was instructed to lay back and raise his shirt. Naomi took a seat nearby.
“Okay,” Dr. Jenkins said, clapping his lotion-covered hands together. “Now Mother, just relax and be absolutely still. Some women find it cold, so don’t be shocked if you feel a chill on your belly.”
Brock tensed up as the doctor rubbed some gel on his stomach, spreading it around evenly so that it covered most of it. After, it had a distinct sheen, enhanced by the bright light overhead.
Once again, Brock was paralyzed by disbelief. Back in the bedroom with Naomi, he had accepted it. It was weird and wrong, but it was there, jutting out from his midsection and weighing a ton. It was warm and firm, and entirely real. Yet, in the company of someone else, Brock was aghast a second time. Dr. Jenkins treated him as a patient, like any other pregnant woman. He didn’t see anything wrong with him sporting a huge belly with a baby inside! That scared him even more.
“There we go,” Dr. Jenkins announced, cleaning his hands with soap and water and retrieving the electric wand. It all happened so fast.
Naomi patted him on the shoulder. “See? Watch the monitor. You’re going to see your baby! It’s gonna be so cute.”
Brock felt a knot in his stomach—not from the pregnancy—as the doctor returned with the little device, sweeping it gingerly across that new gut of his. Instantly, static flashed on the monitor before an image came through. There were a bunch of numbers and readouts that Brock didn’t understand. In the center was a square picture, distorted and pixelated. He couldn’t make anything out.
Then, Dr. Jenkins stopped and pointed. “There it is. There’s your baby.”
Brock saw. It was a cross-sectional image, with the head on the left and the body angling down to the right, with tiny arms and legs. The doctor made sure to point them out.
Naomi was almost jumping with joy. “Oh, that’s so cool!”
Brock shook his head. He felt a wetness in his eyes—a bit of which streaked down his cheek. He was crying, and he couldn’t hold the tears back for some reason. The image became blurry before he turned his head, not wishing to see it anymore. Dr. Jenkins removed the wand.
“No,” he said, sniffling. “Just make it stop. Make it all stop.”
It was dark when Naomi arrived at Tina’s place, with Brock in the passenger seat. He didn’t want to come, but Naomi had told him he had to. She had the Preg App, and it was the only way Brock could change back.
The ultrasound was everything she had hoped for. Poor Brock didn’t want to believe he was actually pregnant, but that look in his eyes when the doctor showed him the baby was perfect. She wished she had taken a picture. And he had started to cry! It was all because of the hormones and such, but Naomi didn’t expect that. She told Dr. Jenkins that Brock was so happy to see his healthy baby, but really Brock was just a little bitch who finally realized he had no control anymore. The tears were delicious.
Tina opened the door and scowled at Brock right away. Naomi was anxious to see her reaction.
“Naomi? Why the hell is this sack of shit here?” she said, crossing her arms firmly. “Talk about the last face I ever want to see.”
“But look!” Naomi pointed to his belly. “He’s really pregnant! You wouldn’t believe—”
“I know he’s pregnant. You think my eyes don’t work? Or don’t you remember? It was all going to be perfect, with both of us delivering a baby. You know, it was gonna be a cherished moment, something that no other couple could do, until he walked out the door and fucked right off.”
Naomi reached for the phone in her pocket. Of course. Unchecking the WORLD AWARENESS option had made everyone else unaware that Brock hadn’t been pregnant before today—including Tina. Naomi only remembered both realities because she had made the change herself, or so she figured. The Preg App was still a bit confusing, and there wasn’t a rulebook to flip through!
She opened the app and checked the box again. Instantly, Tina’s expression changed.
“Holy shit!” she said, covering her mouth. “You did that?”
“Yep!” Naomi pranced into the room with Brock in tow. “I made him eight months pregnant! Well, a little over that. It’s like eight-point-five. And listen to this! Like, I tinkered with one of those awareness settings and made everyone think he had always been that way! We just got back from an ultrasound!”
“No shit,” Tina said, placing a hand on her forehead. “I think I have to sit down.”
“And you thought he was supposed to be pregnant too, until I changed the setting.”
“I … I did?” From the look on Tina’s face, she didn’t even remember the exchange just a minute ago. “That app is really powerful.”
“Yeah, wonderful,” Brock said, putting his arms on his hips and standing in a w
ay that enhanced the size of his belly. “You’ve had your fun, right? Can I get back to fucking normal? This is the absolute worst.”
Tina glared at him. “So, being pregnant is the worst? Is that why you left me? Because I’d get ugly and fat? No, I’ll tell you what the worst is. It’s when the guy I loved left me to carry this child and raise it by myself!”
Brock rolled his eyes. “Oh, here we go.”
“Naomi, hand me the phone.”
“Here it comes,” she said, throwing it over. “But, there isn’t much else on there. You can give him more babies.”
“Let’s see,” Tina said, looking down at the screen. “Oh yes, you are far along.”
Brock snorted. “So, am I the only one that thinks this is sick? In what world is it normal to make a guy pregnant? You girls are gross.”
Tina’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that setting wasn’t there before. Interesting. I wonder what that does.”
Even without specifying, Naomi knew which one it was. There was an option—DELIVERY METHOD—that only appeared when a guy was identified as the subject by the app. It wasn’t there when Naomi’s or Tina’s profile was up. Or, at least, Naomi was positive that she hadn’t seen it before. She hadn’t clicked on it to see if there was a drop-down menu either. But, from the look on her best friend’s face, there apparently was.
Tina looked up. “Brock, remove your clothes.”
“What?”
“You heard her,” Naomi said. “Remember, she can make it worse. Better do what the lady says.”
“Fine.”
Naomi never got tired of seeing Brock shirtless. Each time, she was reminded of his unique predicament—a man with a pregnant belly, and the cutest little titties she had ever seen before. Seriously, he should be proud of those puppies! She wondered if they had milk in them. That thought brought up an image of him holding a baby to one of his nipples, allowing the little lips to suckle from the fat tip. She giggled.
After the shirt, he removed the pants and underwear, revealing his tiny cock and flaring hips. Taken in whole, he was like a strange cross between a man and a pregnant woman, a bit of both but not entirely one or the other. He still had his male bits, so technically he was a man, Naomi assumed. But he also had a womb and small breasts. It was confusing.
“Happy now?” Brock said. “I should be part of the circus.”
“Just a second,” said Tina. “I want to see what this does.” She pressed her fingertip against the screen.
Again, Naomi patiently waited. It was becoming habit for her to watch Brock’s body to spot the changes. This time, it wasn’t anything substantial—in size. Brock must’ve felt something happening between his legs, for both hands shot down there, cupping his cock. Naomi saw it now. It was getting smaller, pulling back into his body! His balls were almost all the way gone, and his tiny prick was no thicker than a finger, being yanked back into his crotch by some unseen force.
“Hey … hey, what’s happening? My dick!”
His frantic hands searched down below, like they were looking for something to grasp, to pull whatever was left of his manhood back out again. It was no use. When Naomi caught a glimpse of his privates, all the dangling bits had vanished.
In place of his cock and balls was a hairless slit—a pussy. Brock might’ve been halfway a woman before, but now he technically was one. That opening between his legs was like all the others Naomi had seen.
“It’s gone,” he said.
Tina came over and showed Naomi the Preg App. She had used the DELIVERY METHOD option, selecting NATURAL. The other choice in the menu was CESAREAN. Apparently, choosing the former gave Brock a fully functional vagina and all the other appropriate parts, so he could properly deliver the baby. Naomi couldn’t believe it.
Brock sounded like he was on the verge of tears again. “Change me back.”
“Nope,” Tina said.
“Please! I … I didn’t mean to leave you.”
Tina rolled her eyes. “Ugh, pathetic. Imagine that, his dick’s gone, and he can’t act like a man anymore.”
“Hormones are cah-razy,” Naomi added.
“I’m not changing you back,” Tina said. “Not yet. You’ll have to do what I say first. You got that?”
Brock nodded. “And you’ll change everything to the way it was?”
“Yeah, sure. Naomi, remember that fantasy we had, way back in college?”
Naomi’s eyes lit up. “To double-team a hot stud?”
Tina smirked. “I have a few dildos.”
“Wait, what? Dildos?” Brock said, panicking.
It wouldn’t be exactly like their fantasy, Naomi knew. Back then, their ideal lover was a muscled God of a man, seven feet tall and easily strong enough to lift them both off the ground. The younger Tina craved for a man who could really handle her, and so did Naomi. They were young. They were horny. Almost anything with a dick would do—or a wet pussy, as evidenced by the countless times they had gone down on each other. Sometimes, pussy was served for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“You’ve lost your mind!” Brock went on. “I’m a guy!”
“Not according to that opening between your legs,” Tina said. “Hey Brock, how wet is it?”
Naomi almost doubled over, laughing so hard she couldn’t stay up straight.
“Is it Niagara Falls? I bet it is.”
Tina owned a few dildos—all of which Naomi had seen before. Every girl she knew had something in her private collection. Real dicks were cool, but sometimes they just didn’t satisfy like a good vibrator and some privacy. She handed Naomi the same flesh-colored one from earlier in the day. Meanwhile, Tina wielded a purple vibrator. It was smaller overall, but had the advantage of batteries. Naomi herself felt a tingle in her loins just from looking at it. She might have to borrow that one at a later date—with permission, of course.
Brock stared at them both, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the two toys. “You’re really making me do this.”
“We’re not making you do anything,” Tina said. “The door’s right there. You can leave whenever you want. Go, and your body will stay like that. Oh, and you better be ready to deliver a kid in a few weeks. It’ll be painful.”
Brock looked down at himself and said, “Oh my God.”
Naomi could see the conflict in his eyes as he did what they told him, getting down on his hands and knees. His large belly almost touched the floor, and his ass looked like a woman’s from the rear—especially with a pussy showing through. Naomi couldn’t stop staring at it. It looked totally real from this angle. And, if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, there was even some moisture on those lips!
“Brock, you’re drenched!” Naomi said, exaggerating.
“I am not!”
“Are too! You’re aroused by this, aren’t ya? You like getting on your knees for us girls? Maybe you should’ve been born a girl.”
“No!”
“And then men could fuck you and shoot their cum inside you, make you some more babies. You’d be like a slot machine that takes cum instead of quarters. They crank on your titties and you squeal for more!”
“I’m not turned-on by this!”
Naomi tapped the head of the silicone cock against her cheek. “You know, when some girls say ‘no,’ they really mean ‘yes.’”
Tina nodded. “That’s true.”
Brock shook his head. “No!”
Naomi went down to her knees, putting her mouth inches away from his ear. “And the more they deny it, the more they actually want it,” she whispered.
Naomi wasn’t usually into domination, but seeing Brock suffer was somewhat arousing. He couldn’t do a damn thing—not if he wanted to turn back into his normal self. And still Naomi wasn’t a hundred percent sure if Tina was going to do it or not. She said she was, just to give him hope and reason to submit. But, in the end, she might just tell him to fuck off and deal with having a kid by himself. It was cruel, but Naomi wouldn’t put it past her.
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ing herself back, Naomi found Brock’s new genitals again. He might’ve been a little wetter now! Maybe Brock liked being humiliated, forced to his knees and made fun of. Some guys had some weird fetishes. She knew one that liked licking girls’ boots. She had had some fun with that one.
Brock’s new pussy seemed to be staring her in the eye, greeting her with a vertical, wet smile. Naomi leaned forward, bringing her nose to it, opening her nostrils wide. Oh it was sweet! Like any girl full of lust, it gave off that certain odor, a scent to attract a potential partner. It wasn’t as strong as a man’s musk, but Naomi’s senses were trained for both. She neared it until her nose was right there, just touching the puffy outer lips. Then, with her tongue snaking out, she licked up, gathering the sweet-smelling dew that had accumulated down the middle. Brock quivered, but she held him still, holding him by the hips. A wet trail followed in the wake of her tongue, while she brought the juice to her mouth and swallowed, savoring the taste.
“What … what are you doing?” Brock asked.
“That was only my tongue,” Naomi told him. “Nothing to get freaked out over. Now, if I were to do this …”
With the dildo firmly in hand, Naomi probed his womanhood with the tip. The contact was as gentle as could be, just a tease. Yet, she still saw Brock tense up. He wasn’t supposed to have a tight hole there—that’s what was probably going through his thoughts at the moment. He wasn’t supposed to have a hole, and having a dick touching the spot between his legs wasn’t supposed to feel so fucking good. Naomi giggled. No, Brock was merely a boring man, and boring men only knew how to get off with their cocks. This was entirely new territory for him.
At the front, Tina had her ex-boyfriend by the chin, aiming the purple vibrator for his mouth. Poor Brock tried to turn his head, but Tina reminded him of his predicament again—comply, or forever be the circus freak guy with a pregnant belly and a woman’s reproductive system. He reluctantly opened his lips, but only a little. Tina forced it in nonetheless.
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